Indulgence

by K. A. Berg

  He took out the metal ankle bar and satin ties. “Strip,” he’d told me as he tied the straps to the bed. When I was down to just my bra and panties, he ordered, “Hop up, darling.”

  He tied my wrists to the wrought iron headboard. Then he buckled the cuffs around one ankle and moved to the next. My nipples were standing at attention as I thought about how skilled Matteo seemed with all this stuff. It was as if he committed to learning as much about everything he could.

  My heart hammered in my chest as my straitlaced subconscious was telling me I shouldn’t be shaking from pent-up excitement, but rather from fear. People were going to be able to see me naked. To see my most intimate parts. To see Matteo do whatever it is that he wanted to those parts. And, I couldn’t freaking wait.

  Matteo walked to the door and pressed the red circle next to it. When the curtains slid opened, I felt more like we were on a Broadway stage as the next performance rather than in a sex club exhibition room. The anticipation in my belly ramped up a notch when Matteo opened the door, signaling that anyone could walk in and have a seat. As he stalked back to me, his eyes roamed all over my exposed body. His gaze felt like a laser beam warming wherever he looked.

  When he reached the bed again, he leaned down and sealed his lips over mine and plucked my nipples through the lace as he spoke. “I want you to turn your mind off, love. Just focus on feeling. Feel me and feel what I’m doing to your body. I want you to hang on as long as you can. Just trust me, I promise it will be worth it.” His fingers danced across my belly down to the top of my panties. A shadow caught my eye in the doorway as Matteo teased my clit. A saw a few faces looking in through the window. My core throbbed with a bit more intensity than before.

  Matteo reached his whole hand inside my panties, slinked two fingers into me, and stroked them in and out, arousing my senses before he stepped away to the table where our bag of toys and the remaining piece of ribbon sat. He grabbed the satin and slipped it through the binding around my wrists.

  A smirk played on his lips as he angled me toward the edge of the bed. His fingers curled around the metal bar between my ankles, and he lifted it, pushing my legs toward my chest and up.

  Thank god for all those yoga and spin classes Norah had dragged us to for years.

  “You okay?” he asked as he tied the ribbon attached to my wrists to the bar. I nodded, and he replied, “Hold on to the bar.”

  There I sat, tied to a bed with my legs tied to my hands. Matteo’s eyes burned with an intense passion. I had no clue what he had planned, but whatever it was, I knew it promised pleasure.

  He snatched a pair of scissors from the table, and before I could try to imagine what he was going to do, he snipped off my panties, letting the cool air from the room bathe my warm flesh.

  My pussy was on full display for all to see. The thought had my walls clenching.

  Matteo looked back over his shoulder and chuckled as he ran a finger through my open slit. “Everyone can see how excited you are, darling.”

  I moaned as he rubbed from my clit down to my ass. Up and down. Up and down.

  “How many times do you think I can make you come, love?” Matteo’s voice was full of hunger. He licked his lips as though he was ready to chow down at his favorite buffet. “I think I can pull at least three out of you, maybe four if you’ll let me.”

  Matteo wanted to see how far he could push the boundaries.

  It sounded fun and scary all at the same time.

  I knew that after two orgasms I was spent. After four? I’d probably have to be carried home.

  “All this added excitement should make it really easy,” he added as he dipped two fingers back into my entrance. “Are you ready to see, sweetheart?”

  I nodded. How could I not be?

  He growled in response and then bent and licked my clit. He had two fingers massaging the front wall of my pussy, and his pinky was teasing my back hole. It was pleasure overload, and my first release of the night came quickly and with minimal effort on Matteo’s part. Igniting my body seemed to have become child’s play for him.

  “Matt,” I whimpered as he continued licking me.

  My eyes drifted to the door as a man moved into the room closer and took a seat on the sofa. When he reached down to adjust his crotch, a deep feeling of being desired washed over me. There were two more people in the hall and another leaning against the wall just inside the door, which only added to that feeling.

  Matteo stepped back to the table, giving the man on the sofa a front-row seat to my still pulsing core. I felt his eyes probing my center almost like a forbidden caress. Matteo returned with a silver toy shaped kind of spade-like. I knew instantly what it was. We’d spent some time looking into a new one—a bigger one.

  He dipped it in a smaller container I knew was coconut oil and traced my rim with the tip. “Your eyes are begging for it, love.”

  “Yes.”

  He added some force. “Then you shall have it.”

  The cool metal slipped in easily and created the best kind of burn. Matteo was moving it inside me, but I couldn’t tell exactly what he was doing. Not that I cared because it felt incredible.

  He leaned down and traced my opening with his tongue. “How do you feel?” he asked before licking his way back to my clit.

  “On edge,” I replied, and he sucked hard on me. Watching the way he ate me—consumed me—was erotic as hell. I relished every flick of his naughty tongue.

  Matteo stood, and I missed his mouth instantly. He ran his hand between my folds again and again, only briefly glancing back to the man on the couch, who had taken his dick out and was pumping it up and down.

  “Do you see how he’s looking at you, love?” Matteo asked, inserting his fingers back into my pussy. His thumb pressed my clit as he curled his fingers forward finding the spot he was looking for. The pulsing ache for more began to take over, and without the use of my arms or legs, I just had to take it all.

  My gaze shifted to the side, and the man was jerking his length hard. He looked almost familiar, which should’ve had me worried considering my pussy was on display, but I couldn’t quite place him while Matteo manipulated my body. The man’s cock looked angry, but that wasn’t my problem.

  I was no match for Matt’s touch as I lay there absorbing it all. The beginning of a new blast sparked. An earthquake of pure bliss shook me down to my center as it radiated outward from deep in my core. Matteo twisted the plug in my ass and set off a chain of mini fireworks. But they were only a prelude to the main event. A supernova detonated in every cell of my body, but I could still hear Matteo’s voice through the noise.

  “Feel it,” he coached. “Don’t stop there. You can go again.”

  Could I? I probably could, but at the same time, it felt like my body couldn’t. I was too sensitive, and my body was ready to shut down.

  Matteo’s hand began moving more forcefully. He applied a ton of pressure deep inside me with his fingers. He leaned on my lower belly with his other hand. “You’re almost there, sweetheart. Embrace it.”

  I didn’t have a choice. I had to embrace whatever he gave. I was at Matteo’s mercy, and he had plans of taking me as high and far as he could. We were hurdling into the unknown, and there was no stopping it.

  My chest rose and fell rapidly as I panted. It was all I could do in response to the bomb about to blow and turn me to mush.

  A familiar tingle and burn scorched through my limbs, and I cried out. My mind finally gave control over to my body. Matteo was quick to cover me with his mouth. He licked and sucked and savored that orgasm as my tied-in-half body convulsed under his attentions. It felt as though it lasted a full minute. I just kept coming, and Matteo knew how to extend it. I felt like a leaky faucet he was turning on and off.

  He wiped his mouth with his hand as he pierced me with his glowing green stare. He looked savage, and his stare never left mine as he pulled out his dick. I tried to calm my body, but at that point, it was if my brain was floating
beyond me. I got to feel and watch from above as Matteo extorted my body below.

  The head of his dick felt enormous as he surged forward, slow and sure. Between the plug and the swelling from the last three orgasms, I couldn’t imagine how he was going to get in there. But he did—inch by delicious inch.

  When he was fully seated, he leaned down, smashing his lips against mine. “God, I love you,” he murmured. “I need you so bad right now,” he confessed. “Can you take it? Can you give me more?”

  Every ounce of everything was drained from my body, but I would give it my all. “I can try.”

  A cocky smirk flashed across his pouty lips. “How about I do all the work? Trust me?”

  Without a doubt. “Always.”

  His tone flicked to serious as he began moving in shallow thrusts. “If it’s too much, just say stop.”

  This exploration was just as much for Matteo as it was for me. He seemed to be coming into his own and looking at it as something more than just trying to spice things up for my benefit. He was fulfilling some of his own story ideas here. I loved that. I knew he wouldn’t take it too far. He knew what he wanted to accomplish and how to do it. I was just along for the ride. “I trust you.”

  He dragged out of me and shoved back into me. He was gentle and powerful at the same time. Each jerk of his hips had a target deep inside me. His balls slapped the plug each time he sank deep, bringing my ass back to life. The pads of his fingers circled my overstimulated clit. It was too much yet not enough.

  As if he had a gateway into my mind, Matteo bent and closed his mouth around my nipple. His teeth grazed up the sides of it, and a storm began simmering in my womb. The force growing in me picked up speed, and I clasped the bar as tight as I could. I felt like a tight rope pulled taut, and any moment, someone was going to step on me, and I’d snap.

  That snap came a few beats later when Matteo slammed into me so hard he hit me so deep that it hurt in the most extraordinary way. His free hand crept down and pulled the plug. It stretched me back open, and I was done for.

  My head lulled to the side, and my eyes focused on the man coming on the couch for a second. It was like the calm before the storm.

  Then it happened.

  I screamed.

  I screamed so loud I didn’t recognize my voice. Matteo was kissing my face as tears ran down it. A blinding force tore me apart, atom from atom and then let me piece back together slowly.

  Matteo whispered sweet words in my ear as I came down. “You are beautiful.” Kiss. “That was unbelievable.” Kiss. “I love you.”

  He untied the bar first, letting my legs back down. He uncuffed my ankles, and my legs immediately curled up. My hands were freed next, and then Matt closed the room back off. He returned to the bed and gathered me into his arms, holding me like a precious treasure.

  I didn’t have much energy, but I had one question I needed answered. “Where the hell did you learn to do all that?”

  His chuckle was rich and smooth and the perfect balm to my sore body. “I can only do what you let me, love. That was all you, not me.”

  I snorted. “I’ve had this body for thirty-five years and was never able to make it do that.”

  He bit the bottom of my ear playfully. “I can’t wait to make it do that again.”

  “Easy, tiger.” I stopped him with a limp hand on his chest. “I still can’t feel my legs, so let’s not get ready for more just yet.”

  Chapter Sixteen

  Matteo

  The muscles in my biceps burned as I pushed through the last rep. I heaved a harsh breath as the metal bar clinked into the metal hooks and I was able to drop my hold.

  Adam cast me a side-glance as I sat up. “Back in college, I couldn’t blackmail, beg, or bribe you to hit the gym with me, but now you’re coming three times a week. What’s changed?”

  He was absolutely correct. Back then, if he wasn’t in the dorms or at the house or in some co-ed’s bed, he was at the pool or the gym. He tried to get me on the workout kick, but it wasn’t really my thing. I’d always preferred going for a run over lifting weights at the gym.

  Until recently.

  In all the books of Natalie’s that I read, the men had sinewy muscles. They had bulging biceps and impeccable pecs.

  I had been rocking a dad bod. I wasn’t over-weight or even really out of shape, I was just soft and dull where I could’ve been hard and cut.

  “Nothing has changed.” I stood and grabbed my towel, wiping the sweat from my forehead. “We’re getting older. It can’t hurt to make sure I stay in shape.”

  Adam’s skepticism painted across his face as brightly as the graffiti mural on the corner building of Hillshire and West Ave.

  “One”—he held up a finger—“we’re only thirty-five. Two”—he added a second finger—“most people take up running or biking for some baseline calisthenics and toning.” He shook his head. “Not a three-day-a week intense muscle packing program. I mean if you don’t want to tell me what’s up, that’s cool. But I’m not buying that shit lie at all, buddy.”

  It wasn’t that I didn’t want to tell him what was going on. Hell, I’d have killed for a guy to discuss this stuff with, but I also felt that maybe it was a bit too personal to tell him. It was my sex life with Natalie after all.

  But, then again, Nat discussed these things with her friends. Why couldn’t I do the same? Norah caught us and had no shame over listening. Plus, this whole thing had been hard to navigate on my own.

  “If I tell you”— I looked over at him as he sat on the bench I just vacated—“you cannot say shit in front of Natalie—”

  He vehemently shook his head. “Dude, no. If you’re about to tell me you’re having an affair . . . I don’t want to know about it. I like Natalie. I respect her, and I don’t want to be complicit in your shit.”

  “That isn’t—”

  His neck started turning red as his anger rose. “You have kids, man. How can you treat their mother like that?”

  I opened my mouth to try to correct his assumption, but he just kept going, clearly enraged over the idea of my cheating on Natalie. As if that would ever happen. “I stood next to you at your wedding. How could you do this?”

  “Hey, dickhead.” I smacked the back of his head to get his focus. “I’m not having an affair with anyone other than my wife. But it’s nice to know that, despite your desire to screw anything in a skirt, you respect the sanctity of marriage.”

  “How do you have an affair with your wife?” He looked utterly confused. “And cheating is for cowards. Either work on your problems or end the relationship. Cheating does no one any good.”

  Adam is a child of divorce, which was brought on by his father’s multiple affairs with women he worked with and with one of his mother’s friends. His mother was crushed, and his father, well, he wised up too late. His wife wouldn’t take him back, and it took a while for her to move on. She remarried about five years ago while his father wound up spending too many evenings with one-night stands and a ton of booze. It all had a great effect on Adam’s impressionable teenage mind. He vowed to love all the ladies until there was one who made him only want to love her.

  We were still waiting for her to arrive and knock him on his ass.

  Taking a deep breath, I started trying to put into words the things happening between Natalie and me. “Natalie was bored. She wanted to spice things up. Have the kind of sex she reads about or watches in porn.”

  Shock colored his face. His voice was filled with awe as he asked, “Sweet little Natalie? No way.” He pondered something for a moment before a serious look darkened his features. “What the hell kind of porn is she watching that’s more than a dick sliding into some pussy? Or butt. Is it that dark-ass stuff? I fell down that rabbit hole watching video after video once, and I felt like I needed therapy and a hug by the time it ended.”

  “Nah,” I shook my head. “She’s—"

  Adam cut me off, his imagination clearly having overtaken his lo
gical side. “She isn’t into that snuff shit, right? That’s a whole other level of insane shit.”

  “Jesus, man.” I hung my head. “I’m not entirely convinced you don’t need therapy. Natalie is not into snuff films or gangbangs or being hung from the ceiling in latex. No kinky doctor fetishes or anything else your head is conjuring. She just wants a little domination, some spanking, hair pulling, dirty talk, that kind of thing.”

  His brow furrowed as the confusion returned. He was dumbfounded. “What were you doing before if that’s what she’s calling spicing it up? I mean that isn’t anything too over the top. It’s all fairly normal stuff.”

  Damn, if that didn’t make something twist in my gut. I guess our sex life really had been boring before. “Normal sex. Nothing was wrong until about six months ago. Then she started faking it.”

  “No . . .”

  I nodded. “And when I finally got her to talk about it, the whole list of things she wanted to try and the way she wanted to be handled in the bedroom was a big eye opener.”

  “So, like role-playing type stuff? You pretended to be the plumber or pizza guy or gardener, and she can’t pay so she has to pay type of thing?”

  “That was an oddly specific example, but no, not really. It’s more like instead of stopping in fifth gear, I shoved it into sixth. Faster. Harder. More Passion. At first, I didn’t think I could do it. That I couldn’t be assertive in the way she wanted, but when I saw her reaction to it? It was like I couldn’t get enough and pushed her further. See what else we could discover, you know?”

  “Wow,” he says sincerely before busting out in a fit of laughter. “You just waxed poetically about getting Natalie off. Are you sure you’re as assertive as she needs?”

  I flipped him the finger. “Fuck off.”

  “He curses now too.” A shit-eating grin plastered across his mouth. “Now all the gym time makes sense. You’re trying to get Natalie’s attention again. Be all sexy and shit. Ladies always go gaga over some nice muscles.”